Whirling night.
Fever runs high.
Liquid rhythm, golden tunes,
Trembling senses and fragrant breath!
The bamboo in a garden corner
Sing glorious love songs...
Together, choir frogs around the lotus pond.
And the weeping willows blow elegant kisses.
The aloof pine trees and cool-faced water quiver
In silence.

Darkened firmament,
Shimmering candles,
Now glow with the vibrant power of love.
Time holds still.
And the worn out walkway
forgives all trespassers!

O welcome!
Welcoming the Prince of Grace!
Whose melodious voice's clear as
the sound of a mountain spring,
And whose embracing eyes
Are blue as the water of the peaceful
Azure Coast.

The flowers whisper:
"One would never want to see any other man."

Monaco